A dose of rainwater can really screw the chemical balance.

So…we drain down the pond. I thought the pump might have clogged, but it’s just the crappy hose—-I had great hopes for one of those superlight hoses, but the friction inside and the small diameter is such that water does not come out with force. Don’t bother, unless a half-hearted delivery is ok for your application.

So I work, I write, I run out to check on the pond—fortunately I can see it from my working chair—and to get sweated up. With the luxury of as much iced root beer as I can drink (thank you, Soda Stream!) I can stay cool—it’s nasty out there—but a shower is going to be in order: I think I want to use a stick to transport these clothes to the washing machine. And we’re out of washing soap.

It’s been amazing this year, just real hard to control the algae. But here we go, one more round with it.